Atlas LivesA Poem by Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)My own feelings spun creatively. I intensely relate to the enduring allegory of Atlas.Why do my bones yearn For the very things that ache them? This earth, beneath my feet Erodes (ever shifting), giving not a moment of security. While the sky... lies atop these calloused hands; straddling my neck and shoulders, affixing my head downwards. Keeping it's wondrous glory secret from despairing eyes. Petite thoughts of the voluminous skies I once roamed... an unguarded daydreamer. Makes my burden swell, profoundly--- forcing me closer to the inflexible ground on which my labored feet stand. My knees complain as I stagger on defeated hopes that have lost reason to fly. The vibrant wings of imagination, pinned--- to a concrete reality. Suffering is all that embraces me here and the gods shelter no pity. Knowing of me... Sisyphus counts himself amongst the lucky. For I must endure (forever), the weight of my failed ambitions crushing me, bending my back to harsh actuality. I am the fractured axis upon which, dreams and reality converge. It is between them, with great unwavering strength, that I must never say die--- And I live. © 2013 Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)
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StatsAuthorTravis Gibson (poetic heroics)Oblivion's edge, OHAboutBeen here for some time... My work is my life. Read and I hope you enjoy. I will return the sentiment. more..Writing
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